Finally, I felt his nut sack, then his cock. I rubbed and massaged his cock, feeling it growing hard.“Feels good doesn’t, it?” my wife said, “...ou want it, don’t you.”I was silent as I looked up at Dirk. His smile had turned to something else; a leer and I could sense his growing lust.“Admit it!” she commanded me, “You want it.”“Yes,” I said, “I can’t help but want it.”“Do as you're told, and you can have it,” she said, “Start with his chest and lick him all the way down.”I placed my hands on. I was 13 and it was time for a school physical, and what ended up happening, was that my sisters' 16 year old babysitter brought me to the pediatrician. My pediatrician was somewhat of a femme fatale-- tall, dark hair, and was always rather rough with me. So we get there, and after having been weighed, I'm in the exam room. I couldn't believe it when she stayed in the room with me. Initially, I was made to strip down to my briefs and socks, and had previously been nude the entire physical. "Inaddition to your body being broken down by all those 20 hour days, youhave been exposed to that treated chicken feed. Some others who havebeen exposed to that develop female hormones in their bodies. You mightwake up one day with soft breast tissue - or failing male response." Inother words - sounds like working with hens may just turn you into one. Not that I ever felt like the cock of the walk - pardon my French.We Combs boys were always short and lean with pleasant faces. AfterDoris. "Sheena said, "We're off to save Melissa."Stevie glanced at Sheena and then Jas. "You're going back to thosepeople?"Jas nodded."Bad plan, man. Worser bad."Jas said, "Melissa."Stevie crumpled. She shook her head, crying. "I can't. The angel says ifthey see me they'll take me and it will be worse than before. Here atleast I'm not a slave." She looked up with a serious look on her face. "Ican't."Jas nodded. "Favor to ask. Can you pay my storage fees for a couple ofmonths?"Stevie reached in her.